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you play like violins in a broken f*cking symphony. and i know this hurts for you you, but i have no f*cking sympathy. infectious cold, i’ve spent living with neglect. yet i still can’t let you go, and i’m still not f*cking over it. i know my suffering’s what keeps you alive. (and i know you f*cking love it.) six years i fell for this {love}, disguised in f*cking misery. my sinking ship, will you be the f*cking end of me? you breathe only in withered lies, your perversion of distrust. now another full-length down and we’re still not f*cking over this. and when your eyes become the looking gl*ss, through which only reflect the f*cking past. conceived in poignant everlasting despair. you fell in love with the evil that you bare.

i can’t forgive, i can’t forget. this dream was ours, but you ripped it to shreds! there’s no escape, i can’t reflect… the distance kills me, but your presence’s a threat!

you traded everything for a life of broken promises. at 23, i’ve fallen out when you left me with this bitterness. a frame of gl*ss, and a love that’s built on sorrow. is a see-through coffin for a heart that beats so hollow. i know this eats you alive. that which doesn’t kill you just f*cks with your mind.

i can’t forgive, i can’t forget. this dream was ours, but you ripped it to shreds! there’s no escape, i can’t reflect… the distance kills me, but your presence’s a threat! i will stay with you and cut right through… through the essence of all that once was “like new.” (once was new!) out of place and you turned away, leaving nothing but the mess that you made. (mess you made!)

for too long i have lived just another slave bound by your torment. but i am not afraid anymore. i am not your f*cking puppet! the snow has turned to rain, and now i hope you’re f*cking happy.

i can’t forgive, i can’t forget. this dream was ours, but you ripped it to shreds! there’s no escape, i can’t reflect… the distance kills me, but your presence’s a threat! i will stay with you and cut right through… through the essence of all that once was “like new.” (once was new!) out of place and you turned away, leaving nothing but the mess that you made. (mess you made!)

six years i fell for this dead look on your face. when the rain has washed away, what will be underneath? a midnight breeze of chilled unease, when we began amiss. the taunting scent of autumn makes a scornful heart resist. a longing bliss in carnal stints of thighs gracing betwixt your hips. the harvest moon drapes aloft these graven, tattered crypts. please, just let me let you go. and kiss this life from my lips. to show me a love not even death can resist. move! i am the boy with a th*rn in his side! and i’m still not f*cking over it.